Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Madagascar and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Joensuu 1685 to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
the Swans,
Kayak,
Icehouse,
Lower 48,
U.S. Maple,
Gang of Four,
Rhythm & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Amazonics,
DJ Sneak,
The Velvet Underground,
Blancmange,
David McCallum,
Sugar Minott,
Sandy B,
Pantytec,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deadbeat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultra Naté,
Porter Ricks,
FM Einheit,
Eve St. Jones,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boredoms,
Barbara Tucker,
Harry Pussy,
Royal Trux,
The Real Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Howard Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thompson Twins,
Scientists,
June of 44,
Popol Vuh,
Carl Craig,
Flipper,
Dave Gahan,
Country Teasers,
Agitation Free,
Brass Construction,
the Germs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Lalann,
Lucky Dragons,
Maleditus Sound,
In Retrospect,
Pantaleimon,
kango's stein massive,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Halsall,
Gong,
Sarah Menescal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.